I have so much fabric. So, so much fabric. A shameful amount, really. I have lightweight fabrics and heavier-weight fabrics. You want whimsy in a fabric? I've got it. All class? Got that too. And yet...
I'm carrying my knitting around in a raggedy-ass plastic bag.
The affront is not just that this bag is ugly or that it makes a lot of noise when you touch it. (Like people turn to see what all the commotion is about when I take it out of my purse. It's that kind of noisy.) The real rub is that I could make myself a perfectly glorious project bag. A really, truly spectacular little tote. I've got the fabric!
And yet somehow it just doesn't happen.
So I crinkle, crankle, crunkle in waiting rooms, at the car wash, at a friend's house. I apologize for the noise and try to keep it down.
Ah ha! Maybe that's why my Chevron Scarf isn't finished!
I'm so concerned about all the noise, I don't ever reach in to grab the little guy.
My poor little scarf is trapped in a loud bag 'cuz Mama won't make a quieter one!
Does that sound like excuse-making to you in any way? No? Yeah. I thought not. It's too airtight an argument to be an excuse.